What are the stars thinking?

Tonight was a hard night at work. It was very cold out, and as luck (or whatever) would have it, it also happened to be the first night in a long time that I've had to spend a significant amount of time outside. I'm talking like 15 degrees. That's -10 to you non-Americans.

Most of the night was one hassle after another. Easily the most aggravating night in weeks. And with the cold, my hands hurt so bad I could hardly form clear thoughts, much less verbalize them to others.

But there was one moment when I was outside, and I happened to look up and saw that the sky was crystal clear, and there were stars and an almost-full moon shining brightly. My first thought was something that's buoyed be before through stressful stuff: "The stars are up there, and they don't care about my problems. Thus, my problems don't seem important enough for me to worry about them." But tonight, I thought "or, maybe the stars DO care, and they're cheering me on." I like it.